A Fortune-telling Princess - Chapter 51

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Chapter. Conclusion
“Did you hear?”
“Professor JB?”
“Wow, I was so shocked I couldn’t even sleep last night.”
“Me too, me too!”
“How in the world could he be a murderer?”
“He killed seven people, apparently.”
“Isn’t that insane?”
“Exactly! Anyway, did you hear about the Sorpel lady?”
“I did!”
“She’s the one who exposed that Professor JB was a murderer, right?”
“She knew he was a killer beforehand and even set a trap to catch him!”
Not just the Academy, but the entire Empire was in an uproar.
Everyone was shocked by the true nature of Professor JB, a man who had always projected such a virtuous and benevolent image.
Moreover, the fact that the one who caught this murderer was none other than Camilla Sorpel struck people with both astonishment and admiration.
“Isn’t she truly remarkable? How did she figure it out?”
“They say her foresight manifested again this time?”
“Did she perhaps receive divine revelation?”
“Even the Temple is in chaos over it.”
People spoke endlessly about the abilities Camilla possessed.
Rumors spread that catching the murderer this time was thanks to her mysterious power.
“Father… um…”
Camilla—the subject of all this public attention, drawing praise and admiration.
“Father, she lowered her hand again.”
“Camilla Sorpel.”
“Oh, I didn’t lower it!”
She was currently being punished.
‘Damn…’
They say a sister-in-law who stops you is more infuriating than a mother-in-law who hits you.
‘That damned fox bitch!’
From now on, I’m calling you my fox sister-in-law!
‘And Rube too!’
After everything was resolved, Rube went straight to Duke Sorpel and reported everything that had happened without leaving out a single detail.
‘I mean, couldn’t he have softened the part about me being used as bait a little?’
Wasn’t he someone with at least that much flexibility? Why did he have to spell out every single thing exactly as it happened?
“Father, she lowered her hand aga—”
“I raised it! I raised it!”
That rotten bastard!
“What’s she so proud of like she did something great?”
‘Damn…’
Fine, I deserve punishment. But this is a bit much, isn’t it?
‘I’m not a child!’
Standing against the wall with my hands raised—this is absolutely ridiculous.
“Father, I’m not a child. Surely I don’t need to keep my hands up like this….”
“Ahem.”
“Yes! I’m sorry!”
Despite my hasty apology, a long sigh escaped Duke Sorpel’s lips.
“What on earth were you thinking doing something like that?”
I couldn’t focus on anything after hearing Rube’s account.
I was shocked once to learn that Camilla had mentioned Black Shadow, and shocked a second time to hear she’d been involved in a murder case.
‘A serial killer, no less!’
And what else? Bait?
The news that Camilla had single-handedly caught and subdued the culprit dealt such a tremendous blow that I couldn’t speak for a long while.
“Do you have any idea how frightened your father was!”
“But Rube was there too….”
“Ahem.”
“Yes! I’m sorry!”
Camilla quickly bowed her head again.
The atmosphere was incomparably worse than when she’d ventured into Spirit Lake and retrieved Shinsu’s egg.
Not only Duke Sorpel, but Ludvil too had been glaring at her with fierce eyes since earlier.
‘Why is he acting like that….’
This was the first time she’d seen him like this.
Even when Ludvil had wielded his sword against the original Camilla who’d tried to kill him, he hadn’t shown a shred of emotion, let alone anger.
But now, anyone could see from his expression that he was furious.
‘He’s more frightening than the Duke.’
Ludvil’s quiet, simmering rage from behind was far more unsettling than Duke Sorpel’s overt anger.
“You deserve far worse punishment. How could you fearlessly go to such a place? So that story about the serial killer you told me before wasn’t about a friend—it was about you, wasn’t it? Fine, I was foolish to believe it. As if you even have friends.”
“Why are you like this! I do have friends!”
“Who? Name just one.”
“….”
That annoying fox. Fanning the flames when the house is already burning!
Watching Ravi deliberately stoke Duke Sorpel and Ludvil’s anger further, Camilla ground her teeth inwardly.
‘Ravi, I swear I’ll get you back for this someday…!’
A soft sound.
“Tsk.”
Ravi suddenly drew close and placed his hand on Camilla’s neck.
“A girl walking around with bruises like these.”
Ravi cast a spell while clicking his tongue repeatedly. In an instant, the pain in her neck eased into a soothing sensation.
Ravi was healing the bruises on her neck that Professor JB had inflicted.
“Why are you grinning like you did something right? Father, I think she hasn’t been punished enough.”
…and how beautifully she spoke.
Still, with the pain in my throat finally gone, I felt like I could breathe again.
The household had been turned upside down, so I couldn’t even show that I was hurting. I was afraid I’d be scolded even more.
“Camilla.”
“Yes…”
Duke Sorpel approached her without softening his rigid expression one bit.
Camilla made the most pitiful face she could muster to minimize her scolding.
“Why don’t we just fight the way we used to—with you pulling my hair?”
“Pardon?”
“That would be much better.”
…Even if my hair-pulling skills are quite high, I don’t think that’s quite right.
“I’m sorry.”
Camilla’s eyes widened at his sudden apology.
“You couldn’t tell me because you didn’t trust your father. That’s why you tried to handle everything alone each time.”
“That’s not it!”
Camilla quickly shook her head.
“I couldn’t tell you then because there was no evidence.”
“So you became the bait yourself.”
“Even if it was a trap, I couldn’t let other women go through something like that.”
There was another method—install a recording orb and wait for someone else to fall victim.
‘But that wasn’t right either.’
Camilla touched her bruised neck anew.
To leave evidence, I had to endure and bear it until the decisive moment appeared…
‘I couldn’t ask other women to go through that.’
No one understood better than I did how devastating a trauma such an ordeal could leave on a victim.
I couldn’t simply watch someone else suffer just to gather evidence.
No matter how thoroughly I prepared safety measures, there was always the possibility of something going wrong.
“Are you alright?”
“Pardon?”
But at her explanation, Duke Sorpel’s expression hardened even further.
“You’re saying it’s fine for you to go through something like that?”
“That’s not what I meant…”
“Camilla.”
As Duke Sorpel’s hand rose, Camilla instinctively shrank back slightly.
Softly.
“…”
His large hand gently stroked Camilla’s head.
“Even if you’re alright, your father is not.”
“Father…”
The hand that had been stroking her hair tenderly patted her shoulder.
“Go rest now.”
“Yes!”
Before another word could escape, Camilla hurried out her response. Then, without so much as a backward glance, she fled the room.
She deliberately ignored Ravi’s disappointed gaze, as if to say, “She deserved more scolding!”
Click.
After the door closed, Ludvil and Ravi’s gazes naturally drifted toward Duke Sorpel.
The corners of his mouth, which had been rigidly set moments before, now curved into a gentle smile.
“Isn’t she admirable, though?”
“Pardon?”
“She witnessed injustice and didn’t simply turn away from it.”
At the sight of Duke Sorpel’s evident satisfaction, both Ravi and Ludvil exhaled long sighs in unison.
Perhaps they should be grateful he hadn’t shown such sentiment in front of Camilla.
* * *
Professor JB’s trial proceeded with remarkable swiftness. It was record-breaking in its speed.
And for good reason—there was someone who observed every step of the proceedings from start to finish. Or should one call it surveillance?
Ludvil was the one who arrived earliest and departed latest from the courthouse each day.
He witnessed and monitored every aspect of the case’s progression.
Rumors soon circulated that the court officials handling this matter had grown noticeably gaunt.
In any case, with the numerous pieces of evidence submitted by the Sorpel Family and Professor JB’s own confession, every detail of the incident came to light.
And naturally, Professor JB received the ultimate sentence: death.
Before countless witnesses, his head was severed.
[So it ends like this.]
Amy, who had observed Professor JB’s death from beginning to end, felt surprisingly unmoved.
She shed no tears, only releasing one regretful sigh after another.

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